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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏⠀⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀ ⠀ h𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌⠀ ⠀ 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞⠀ ⠀ 𝗎𝗌⠀ ⠀⠀⨾⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀they︐ ll⠀ ⠀ 𝓷ever⠀ ⠀ set⠀ ⠀ us⠀ ⠀ 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾.

“North. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He closed the door once she had entered the car and walked over to the passenger side, smiling upon hearing that she had a software that could help with the investigation. “Really? I think you should be a detective with that kind of (+)

“You’re an android? To be honest, I couldn’t really tell. You’re human to me. Well, I’m sure the police will let you through as long as we come up with something. For now, we better get going. Wouldn’t want to keep Lucius waiting.” Bruce gave her a soft smile before (+)

“It was. Luckily nobody got hurt, but I’m heading there just to make sure.” He noticed her arms crossed and gave a nod. “You’re welcome to come.”

“Yeah, I appreciate it, Lucius. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you.” Bruce would hang up his phone call before looking over to the wall. “You know, if you’re curious about the conversation, wouldn’t hurt to ask.”

The so-called deviant hunter stops abruptly, watching a quarter coin land in a perfect twirl on his hand. It reads: LIBERTY. Connor puts it away safely before turning entirely to the other. Controlled and resolute. “It'd be easier for all of us if you'd just turn yourselves in.”

she wasn’t wrong not to trust him. after all, the destruction of multiple deviants were because of him. or, the previous version of him. “ my hand? ” confused, yet complies. holding up his hand, skin retracting to show the white beneath.









